I was raised with a healthy respect for the fae, I don't give anyone my name. However, you can call me Djaq! I'm a 27 year old nonbinary/genderfluid, queer, neurodivergent, chubby, belly lover! I enjoy roleplaying and writing, and once in a while I may post my own belly!
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[Text ID: “I will enjoy this life. I will open it like a peach in season, suck the juice from every finger, run my tongue over my chin. I will not worry about clichés or uninvited guests peering in my windows. I will love and be loved. Save and be saved a thousand times. I will let the want into my body, bless the heat under my skin. My life, I will not waste it. I will enjoy this life.”]
I'm just thinking about fantasy adventurer boys again. Specifically fantasy adventurer boys doing something heroic, and the locals, of some other species than the adventurer himself (like, elves or dwarves or whatever vs humans, or something), holding a victory feast in his honor. Yay! Cool, right? Except... halfway through the feast, the adventurer notices that his tummy is hurting terribly, because ooops, it turns out that some of the ingredients the local people use for their foods don't really agree with human digestive system.
Can the hero excuse himself somehow, slink out of the feast - that's being held in his honor - somewhere private? Or does he rather try to put on a brave face and suffer through the feast?
I bet this happens all the time in fantasy worlds, like imagine how different dragonborn food or orc food is, a lot of it probably wouldn't be edible for humans. Human adventurers like him would often end up getting very sick stomachs trying to eat food from other species, especially when their cultures say it's rude to refuse a feast. And of course the feast is huge, with massive proportions compared to what he's usually use to, they're so much bigger than he is and the meal sizes clearly reflect that.
After only one course, his poor belly is tight and round, heavy and solid like he just ate a rock (and who knows, he might as well have). More and more plates are pushed towards him, the hosts continuously piling more and more food for him to eat. There's nothing he can do to excuse himself, not wanting to show disrespect, so he forces himself to smile and swallow as much as he can, ending the night with a tummy so achingly huge it could probably be mistaken for a nine month pregnant belly.
His stomach hurts terribly, full with pounds and pounds of strange food, spices and meats and vegetables his body has never had before, and he's not even sure if he'll be able to digest it. His skin feels hot to the touch, belly bubbling and roiling like a boiling pot of water with all the spicy food he had to choke down. He need's help walking back to his tent, and once he's finally allowed to lay down, his hosts apologetically tend to his painful bellyache. They rub his sore belly with their big hands, pushing out the knots where his bloated stomach tightens and cramps.
It takes hours of him moaning in pain and rolling back and forth on the bed for him to finally fall asleep, arms wrapped tightly around his swollen tummy. His hosts stay to care for him throughout the night. They need him to feel better for the feast they're holding tomorrow...
Imagine feeding your boy a good filling meal with rich heavy foods. His belly is heavy and distended and he has to sit with his legs spread just to be able to breathe. Maybe he is shy and keeps it from you for a little while that he's more than just full and that he has a belly ache. Once you realize he is uncomfortably full and has a stomach ache you offer him belly rubs, he might deny at first but he's most definitely stuck where he is seated and it couldn't hurt. His overstuffed stomach has a light pink blush to it from how full and stretched it is, filled with rich food you cooked for him. As your cold hands gently touch his firm middle he gasps and sucks in a breath causing his stomach to shake and cramp. As you gently rub circles into his tight belly you tell him how good he was and how proud you are of him for finishing all his meal. His face deepens in color and he looks away shyly, undoubtedly loving the praise. As you rub his tummy you work out small pockets of air causing him to burp lightly, releasing some of the pressure in his packed middle. Slowly the ache in his packed gut begins to subside and he slips into a deep food coma. You watch his bloated stomach rise and fall and while he sleeps you listen to the churns and gurgles coming from his stomach as he digests.
This is mostly fluff, but cw for pregnancy. I've never written fluff before, so let me know what yall think! (1600 words)
Rax was lounging in his ship, reading some news feeds from his home planet, when a knock rang from the door. He put down the datapad and quickly shifted back to a humanoid form.
"It's unlocked, what is it?" He called. The door slid open to reveal Rasha, his boss. She ran the Cargo Freighter Osiris, a ship that would transport anything or anyone, anywhere, for the right price. They mostly did normal and unassuming deliveries, but they weren't opposed to a few deals that were less than ordinary here and there. As far as Rax knew, Rasha had been speaking with a client about a more unorthodox delivery that they wanted to commission the Osiris team for, though usually Rax wasn't involved in the more administrative parts of the process until the finalization of everything.
"The client needs to speak to you, Rax. Apparently what he wants is something only a Despian can do," Rasha said. Rax groaned. People always looked for Despians for their weird depraved nonsense because of their shapeshifting abilities, and there weren't many around, so he wouldn't be surprised if this one was just looking to hire him for something personal.
He followed Rasha out of the ship bay, through the halls, and into her office. Most of their business was done here on the freighter, and one could go about most of their day without leaving. Rax sat next to the clients, two reptilian Jinneri, in Rasha's office, and she sat in her chair behind her desk. A male and a female, they wore long robes and Jinneri breathing masks, and sat very close to each other. Rax wasn't expecting a couple, but the answer would probably be no regardless.
"Okay, so what exactly did you want Rax for that you couldn't tell me?" Rasha asked. Rax prepared for whatever nasty thing they'd ask him to do.
"Well, you see, there aren't many other Jinneri around, and we've been having . . . fertility issues," the male said. "My wife has been unable to carry, and we haven't been able to find a surrogate, but we heard that Despians can carry almost any species, so we were hoping that you could help us."
Rax frowned. "Okay, well that wasn't the direction I thought this was going to go, but absolutely no-"
"Five million credits."
Rax blinked. "What?"
"We'll give you five million credits. We have an egg ready to go, and we'll pay you entirely up front." The female said.
Rax sat for a moment. That was a lot of credits. With that much money, he could send some home for his family and have tons left over so he could buy an actual home rather than just living inside of his ship. He didn't think he'd ever come across this kind of money in his life, but here they were, handing it to him on a silver platter.
But was it worth it? He pulled out his datapad and did a few quick searches to get the general gist of a Jinneri pregnancy. It was fairly short, only about four months, and pretty straightforward. A female would lay an egg, then the egg would be fertilized, then implanted in either the male or female parent to hatch and incubate. Some chose to do two at a time, one in each parent. It wouldn't be too long, but it would be a little difficult.
After a few minutes, Rax finally responded.
"Alright, I'll do it."
. . .
After all the paperwork had been settled, doctors visited, the whole nine yards, it was finally done. Rax was back on the Osiris after having the small egg surgically implanted into him. He would have regular meeting with Unu and Irn, the Jinneri couple, and a doctor. For the next few weeks, the egg would grow rapidly and hatch inside of Rax, and then keep growing until it was ready to be born.
Rax ran his fingers over the little bulge in his belly. He'd squeezed himself into his bunk in his regular form, which was far more comfortable to be pregnant in, so he'd learned. Julian was playing a game on the bottom bunk. Rax heard the game pause, some creaking, and a head popped up to his bunk.
"So, five million credits huh?" Julian asked.
"Mm-hm," Rax nodded.
"Soooo . . . what does it feel like?" Julian said. "Like a normal Despian egg, or . . .?"
"Kind of? But more like there's a rock stuck in there, honestly. Despian eggs generate heat, but Jinneri are born cold-blooded, so it's sort of weird. Like it sucks up the warmth. I'll probably get used to it," Rax said. He looked over to see Julian staring at the little lump. "Whatcha looking at?"
Julian flushed bright red. "Uh-"
"You wanna feel?" Rax held his hand out.
Rax didn't think a human could get any redder, but they continued to surprise him. Julian placed his hand in Rax's, who guided it down to his lower stomach. Julian felt the bulge of the egg, about the size of a cantaloupe.
"So, I was thinking, since I'm gonna be taking it easy for a bit, wanna hang out on my ship later tonight?" Rax asked. He'd been meaning to ask Julian for a while. He'd had a bit of a thing for him for ages, and after the whole egg fiasco a few weeks ago, he figured Julian might too. Might as well shoot his shot.
Julian stuttered a bit, and lifted his hand off of Rax's belly. "U-uh sure, what did you want to do?"
"I got some games and and old Coriskian tablet with a bunch of old movies and junk on it," Rax said.
"Oh, cool. I heard those movies were super dumb but really funny," Julian said.
"Alright, meet me at the ship at 16:00, yeah?" Rax shimmied to the side and hopped off the bunk to go tidy up his ship.
. . .
Rax and Julian watched the projector from opposite sides of the seat. They were on a cushioned bench built into the wall of the ship, watching one of the Coriskian movies about some nuclear power plant that turned into a monster. Apparently weird nuclear mutation films were a universal genre. Julian munched popcorn, which he'd told Rax was a common human movie snack, and Rax idly traced circles around the egg with his thumb.
Rax glanced over, and Julian quickly snapped his head towards the projection, having been caught staring. Rax cracked a small smile and snuck his tail over towards Julian's side of the bench, before curling it around his back. Julian turned beet red. Rax scooted over a bit, and used his tail to coax Julian closer until they were hip to hip. Rax put an arm around Julian's shoulders and nabbed a few pieces of popcorn. Julian, still redder than Rax could ever imagine, leaned over onto him a little bit.
They stayed like that for a while before Julian decided it was his turn to get bold and put a hand on Rax's abdomen. Rax wrapped his tail tighter around Julian's waist, and soon they were practically on top of each other. It was awkward for a long moment before the two looked at each other, and their faces drifted closer, until-
BANG!
Neither of them had been paying any attention to the movie, and a loud noise from it caught them off guard. They sat in silence for another few moments before Julian finally spoke.
"Oh what the hell." Julian grabbed Rax's face and pulled it to his and kissed him. Rax took a moment to fully process what was going on, and kissed him back.
A knock at the ship door a few minutes later forced Rax and Julian to untangle themselves from each other. Rasha opened the door, saw the boys' ruffled hair and clothes, and immediately closed it again.
"Ah- wait, Rasha!" Rax ran to the door and opened it back up. "What did you need?"
"I was just gonna say that the checks from the last job are coming in tomorrow but you guys are finally having a thing so I'll leave you to alone," Rasha said, and turned to leave the docking bay.
Rax let her go, and reentered his ship to see Julian smoothing out his hair a little bit. He sat back down next to Julian and leaned back onto him. Julian leaned back, still feeling a bit awkward, before Rax practically tackled him and continued where they left off.
They didn't really go any farther than that, just kissed with the movie in the background, but it was enough for the both of them. They laid on the bench, and Julian held one hand on Rax's belly and the other on the back of his neck. Rax was on top of him, his tail around Julian's waist. They stayed there until the end of the movie, when Rax finally broke away.
"Wanna sleep in here with me? I have a bed mat I can set up and we can have a little sleepover," Rax said. He got up and ran over to a shelf, and pulled out a big roll of springy blue foam.
Julian smiled. "Yeah, let's have a sleepover."
Once they'd gotten themselves situated on the mat, Rax turned to Julian. "So, Rasha said we were having a 'thing.''
"Are we having a thing?" Julian asked.
"I don't know, I've never had a thing before."
"Well I'd like it to be a thing, what about you?" Julian inched his hand closer to Rax's.
"Why not? I guess if that's what it is, then it's a thing." Rax put his hand on Julian's.
"Are you sure you want a thing with me, though? I mean, Despians are cool shapeshifters and I'm just a plain old human," Julian said.
"Dude, you literally watched me give birth without flinching. I think I want a thing with you." Rax smiled
I don’t think y’all understand just how loving and caring I’d be with a belly in my hands, like you’re gonna be caressed and squished and jiggled and rubbed in every way possible while I kiss and feed you, I want to feel that jiggly belly get harder and harder as your breathe gets heavier and you start to moan between bites. It turns me on so much to feel just how warm and wet you’re starting to get down there as we keep going until you’re as tight as you think you can get, but I know you’ll find more room for me 🐷🥰
The idea of someone being kept full for an entire day but being allowed to let out little amounts so they’re desperate for hours and hours.
Getting to go in a small towel and once it’s soaked they have to stop or else more time is added to the hold. Filling up a tiny cup but if they overflow (which let’s face it they’re totally going to) they have to drink more water to replace what got all over the floor. Emptying into the toilet for 5 seconds but having to cut off without using their hands.
And all these ways of letting them let out just a little bit feel good as they’re happening but right afterwards they feel even more desperate because they just got a taste of relief that was taken away before it could do anything real. So maybe whoever us controlling their bladder has to then help them hold afterward with finger pinching their hole closed or providing a thigh to grind on, all while gently encouraging them and telling them how good they are for staying so full all day for them. Teasing them by reminding them just how much is still left in their bladder that they aren’t allowed to let out until the next barely there taste of relief.
Really, really having to pee, and having your dom tell you, "No, you're not nearly full enough to be fucked. Have some more tea and we'll check back in an hour."
teasing someone for burping when they’re stuffed to their absolute max and can’t help it, especially when it was you who stuffed them, knowing full well they get like that when they eat too much or too quickly. knowing they need help soothing their packed belly, their cheeks red as the pressure brings up thick, deep belches with an embarrassed “excuse me.” or whining “you fed me too much” or “I can’t help it, I’m so full baby, please don’t stop.”
praising them for eating so well interspersed with gentle teasing “oh baby, you must be full” or “good job darling, let’s get another one out, okay?”
Indulgence, pampering, teasing. You can’t convince me that there’s a better kink out there. Making sure you’re properly cared for, rubbing your belly when you’ve overdone it, keeping you full and growing. Being the best feeder and encourager for you.
I want it to be deeply affectionate and primal. I HAVE to knock you up. Plant my seed in you. Continue my line. But I'll stay by your side the entire time. Cuddle you, spoil you, provide for you. All with the exciting knowledge that I've marked you in the most permanent and intimate way possible. Your belly swelling, hips widening, breast ready to do what they are ment to. How wonderful it would be..
Men, don’t you want to be able to come home and find this waiting for you? Ladies,don’t you wish to experience the joy of being this fertile, your body perfected by your recent pregnancy and your breasts swollen to the size they were always meant to be and full of the delicious milk they were always supposed to produce?
You can tell by the look in her eye and the drops forming that she’s already fantasizing about pressing your head firmly into her succulent nipples and drinking deeply from her boundless supply . Being able to feed him, and to show off your body’s new abilities and expanded curves, just feels so sexy and so right. You feel that at last you are complete, that you’ve become a real woman, and you can’t imagine how good it will feel to have him drinking from you while another child grows inside you.
She wants a vocal man. A man who will gasp every time he slides inside her and pant like he’s running a marathon because the pussy is just that damn good. A man who lets out a constant “FUCK” because just the feeling of her pussy wrapped around your cock is enough to make you feel like you’re in heaven. A man who isn’t afraid to moan and whisper sweet nothings into her ear knowing it sends chills down her spine and makes her crave you even more. A man who will constantly praise her but also degrade her when the moment is right. A man who will not only brush her hair out of her face when she has his cock in her mouth, but a man who will look into her eyes and tell her she’s the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen. Be vocal man I promise she’ll love it.
